The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2405 Hades

With the aid of the Omen of the Blood Sun, along with his profound genetic knowledge and the insights gained from slaying numerous foes, Cain skillfully directed the formation of his emerging body. Right from the start, he prioritized speed as the primary trait, enhancing it across all basic stages.

Thanks to the Flow, he could already traverse the cosmos solely by relying on his Primordial Essence. Should he progress more, this capability could soon encompass his corporeal form too.

This prospect might serve as the crucial link to merge his three forms completely, enabling Cain to achieve a profound leap in

both cultivation and capabilities, surpassing the limits of the First Order Neo-Demon Tier.

"First things first," Cain murmured. "Grow strong enough to return home."

A rush of resolve and concentration filled the Scarlet King's essence as he dove back into his tasks.

Naturally, shaping the evolution of his upcoming body and fostering the Ancestor Drop within the fourth cocoon weren't the sole pursuits occupying Cain.

The Scarlet King kept dispatching his sea beasts past the edges of the Ocean of the Blood Sun to pursue and gather additional entities. Once Satan mended his injuries, he took command of the Blood Sun's legions, venturing into ever more perilous zones—areas dominated by vastly superior beings.

A mounting wave of exhilaration and triumph swelled in Cain's spirit as the remains of Alpha-Omega Overgods started plunging into the crimson sea.

These clashes proved anything but simple. Satan had to withdraw and recuperate after every skirmish, yet the vast quantities of vital essence and power extracted from those fallen foes were staggering.

This not only hastened the development of the remaining two cocoons but also bolstered the vital stores of the Ocean of the Blood Sun. Consequently, the Ancestor Drop's expansion and the body's assembly quickened remarkably—without compromising any future promise.

Four months elapsed in this manner.

Cain found it astonishing how serene conditions stayed. Not a single Blutlinie from the Kalous Kingdom had launched an assault, even after a Royal Family member's demise.

"The war may be keeping them too busy," Cain pondered, "or they might be assembling a huge army to wipe me out for good." His eyes tightened.

"I can only hope it's the first."

While Cain pondered the circumstances, his focus abruptly turned to the cocoons. The second one started to quiver.

Its exterior had shifted to a deep obsidian hue from the type of energy and life it had taken in, evidently influencing the essence inside. Cain swiftly channeled every bit of power he could toward it. The cocoon quaked fiercely, fissures racing over its shell, before it burst open at last.

From within stepped a formidable humanoid being, towering close to fifteen meters, bearing keen, reptilian traits. Power and dominance poured from his frame in waves. As soon as awareness lit his gaze, he unleashed a mighty bellow, whipping up a colossal whirlwind across the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

His presence erupted wildly, harmonizing with the broken cocoon. Moments later, the pieces fully disintegrated and streaked to him, reshaping into protective gear that melded perfectly with his form. His might swelled anew as he launched upward. He loomed like a divine being restored from ruin.

A colossal armored form floated over the crimson waters, enormous

ebony wings unfurling broadly at his back. His physique seemed crafted from stellar rock and iron. A helm of sharp thorns crowned his skull, encircling fiery crimson orbs that gleamed with icy cunning and threat. Edged appendages and thick plating outlined him as a breathing engine of conflict.

Even with his vast size, his stance remained measured and restrained, suggesting each action would strike with lethal accuracy. He personified ruin and rule—a quiet sovereign of war, set to plunge down.

Cain studied the fresh being, a spark of astonishment crossing his features.

In contrast to Satan, who consumed his own shell, this one had synced with his and turned it into protective covering.

"The Power of Chaos and the Flow are embedded in his soul," Cain noted steadily. "That allows for unique abilities."

The newcomer scanned his surroundings, dismissing the lesser sea dwellers as unworthy of regard. But when his sight fixed on Satan, his stare intensified at once. Metal talons protruded from his fingers, and an intense craving for combat and devastation flooded his entire being.

Satan refused to yield.

His enormous frame blazed with fearsome force, scorching waves emanating until the atmosphere itself ignited.

Just before conflict could ignite, a commanding tone boomed over the Ocean of the Blood Sun—a tone that pierced straight into the cores

of both beings.

"Listen to my words!"

At once, the deity of demise and ruin pivoted to the crimson

sea and dropped to a bowed position in the heavens. Freshly emerged though he was, devotion to the Ocean of the Blood Sun had already carved itself profoundly into his core.

"I am your origin," Cain proclaimed. "Your Creator. Your life was forged to serve as my weapon, and I will raise your power to the zenith of this

universe."

Words like these might have sparked doubt or defiance.

Yet to the being's core, they ignited sheer elation and

anticipation.

"W-wea...pon..."

He relished the role entirely.

"I give you the name Hades," Cain went on.

Hades ascended right after. His gaze blazed with an insatiable urge

to slay and demolish, the only aim defining his being. But nearly at once, that wild rush halted—hardening into a chilling concentration that would humble even elite fighters.

Seconds passed, and Satan wheeled the same way. Their presences honed razor-sharp as they aligned, primed to

slay and demolish.

The cause behind their actions was straightforward.

A Royal Blutlinie drew near.

She was female, and her strength dwarfed Kameron's by far.